Filling My Bucket

I read a blog post from Jen over at The Light Laughed this morning. She wrote about sitting in her gardens and watching all her flying friends enjoy themselves in her summer blooms.

A bumble bee on Asclepias tuberosa or Butterfly Weed

This post struck a cord in me as I too, have been spending time doing exactly what Jen described; hanging out in my gardens during the coolness of morning and simply watching and listening to all the activity around me.

It's been filling my bucket.

Monarda or Bee Balm

I've giggled at the territorial Anna hummingbird who fiercely guards the patch of red Monarda. She (I believe) perches herself in the nearby Dogwood Tree and scans the horizon, waiting for the next hummer to try and sip from her treasure of nectar.

I've enjoyed the bulling banter.

The bee's are soothing as well. They buzz about, busying themselves with the days work at hand. I like to think they send me good vibrations.

I garden as a way to fill my bucket. Family, work, and all my extra circular activities while immensely enjoyable, deplete me; time spent My garden fills me back up.

I've been enjoying the wildlife round here as well. I haven't been able to do much else , except watering , of course ! I'm already planning to introduce more into the garden next year. The spiders have been driving crazy though .Your Monarda..beautiful ! I can't grow them here, too dry.

I empathise with what you have written. There is little more calming than sitting in a garden you yourself have made, "communing with nature", especially on a Summer evening, with a glass of cool wine in your hand!